"Doctor? What's going on, what's happening?" demanded a frazzled looking Amelia Pond. No sooner did the words leave her mouth when her hand shot out to grab the console as the TARDIS gave another tremendous lurch. "Doctor, answer me", she demanded, the Scottish within her surfacing.
"It's River, she's somewhere close and the TARDIS can sense her, and since she is the child of the TARDIS, it feels attached and is being pulled towards her," the Doctor explained. He's funny that man (for lack of a better word, since he was not particularly fond of Martian, since he is not from mars) , the suit he wears never changes, only the colour of his bow tie that he insists is 'cool'. "For some reason the pull is unusually strong today, normally I can find a way to override it, to have some control but…" he trailed off quietly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well whatever is going on, can we please land this thing, I'm starting to feel sick, and I kind of want to see my daughter." The Doctor looked up surprised at the voice, as if he forgot that Rory was even there. Rory, the man who waited, the last centurion, Mr. Pond.
"You're the nurse! Do something to make your self feel better!" the Doctor said, only half serious.
"Oh really, that thought never crossed my mind," was the response, in a tone that was dripping in sarcasm, "but seriously, please—
The sound of the TARDIS' familiar whine cut the air, and promptly shut Rory up. With one last shudder, the TARDIS became still and silence was almost deafening. The three occupants took one look at each other, and raced for the door. Amy, upon reaching the door first, flung it open—and gasped in surprise.
